We are born to reborn...
A man stands gazing at the horizon with an extraordinary intensity, his eyes fixed on a sky that appears to hang precariously on the edge of a precipice in the painting. His face remains unseen, but his posture—marked by the curve of his shoulders—radiates a powerful, almost tangible emotion. You can almost feel the shiver that runs through him. What is he looking at? Why does he stare with such consuming focus?
